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Our bodies rapt
in humus
scenting of decay
sounding under frost.
Sun of winter
breathing low
into branches of sky.
Leaves transparent and tart
cover my breasts
my sighs
sinking
touched
into
your
warmth
~
This perfect decent
down down
below
the lilt of meaning
rising and falling
we may never
be found
again
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“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
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Poetry of Light 
sometimes
I’ve wondered
if we have the ability
to hibernate …
~
breathing in
what the earth
breathes out
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a silent room
until the tree buds swell
and the ground weeds bloom
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How quickly my thoughts fled to Shakespeare and honeyed words and love that decays when I should have thought otherwise and revelled in the natural bed of this love. Nature presents the finest sheets of leaves and mounds of pillows to cradle desire. Sweetly written, J.H.
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Often when words spout from the heart it takes the mind a few paces still to catch up. Thank you for the nuances…I’m most grateful!
…although I do find the scent of humus intoxicating with renewal. :~)
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Yes. Leaves moistened by the dew, enriching the soil. Birthing life that sprouts so eagerly from the humus. Yes, I sense that. And the scent of redwood bark warming in the sun. And mountain streams splashing along stones paving the river banks.
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Thank you so much for visiting my blog. Without your doing that, I would have never found this. Beautiful!
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Thank you Susan…it has been an inspiring day.
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When I close my eyes and listen to this as if spoken, I hear wrapped in humus, which is lovely. When I open them and read rapt, it is magical. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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The word was playing games with me too, Eric. So glad you noticed. Thanks!
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